Novel & Cerita The Blood Of The Dragon

PROLOGUE "Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it had never been love. It was blood. Even her name has red on it. Blood that she hates. If she has the time to turn things back on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. " A King… Her king that rules the kingdom. The blood that she doesn’t need is the one that can keep her alive. She doesn’t know that love is going to make its way to getting in the way of the love she throws at her. She doesn’t know that once in her life… Red will always be love and Rose will always be red. ROSE AMARA AMBER

Bacchus answered. “Why?” I asked again. “WHY?! YOU’RE ASKING WHY?! HE KILLED OUR BROTHERS! HE DESERVES TO DIE!” Pegasus shouted again. Bacchus just look at him and he shut up. I sighed. “Black Dragon just fought back. It was one versus many.” I quietly said. “It wasn’t his fault that your members are no match to him.” “Exactly. That’s why Boss is angry. He killed them all without being shot even once.” Bacchus bitterly answered.

She was injured deep enough to draw out blood to use against this grey dragon. Reaching that conclusion, all of them clenched the edge of the gold table, eyes narrowed even tinier than before. Ibrahim's expression darkened. “Hey!” He was calling the grey dragon. “My daughter hates to cut herself to draw out her blood.” Ali and Nathan inwardly nodded. “Certainly, she wouldn’t voluntarily cut herself just to draw out the blood.” “What is the relation between blood and poison?” The dragon growled, he was quite confused at the sudden change of topic.

This was not right! "You're playing tricks on me! I'll kill you now!" The Archean Blood Demon put away the idea of playing tricks on Caspian. He took a deep breath, and endless blood light quickly gathered in his mouth. Roar! In the next moment, a blood dragon that was millions of miles long flew out of the mouth of the Archean Blood Demon. Time stopped because of the blood-red dragon, and space itself was about to be shattered. The entire palace seemed to be about to rise from the ground because the blood-red dragon raised its head!

The witch whispered an incantation and the vial began to glow as the blood swirled, mixing in the vial. A single moment stretched into an eternity and then, the mixture flared bright green. It was the unmistakable symbol of Dragon blood. The witch gasped softly as Gregory’s eyes widened, his jaw loosening in shock. Stephanie felt her stomach drop, her pulse skipping in her throat while Davies closed his eyes. It was not triumph, not arrogance either but in relief. Pure, exhausted relief. “The child is of Dragon lineage, this man is his father.” The witch announced and silence settled in the atmosphere like a heavy curtain.

Brielle firmly clasped her hand together, almost as if she was praying as the vision unfolded before her eyes. "If salvation is what you seek, then the dragon must awaken it’s blood. Their wings must rise, and the flames must burn away what is rotting. Only a dragon’s flames can cleanse the impure, fire alone can carve the path to peace. Without it, ruin shall swallow everything whole, and nothing will remain but silence and ash." Brielle took a sharp inhale, as if seeing into the future almost made her breathless. "Save the dragonbloods. Save the little child. For in their hands lies the balance of all things; between survival and extinction, between light and everlasting darkness."

Rain and I speak in unison, the rarity of our agreement underscoring the gravity of the moment. I draw my blade—the ceremonial dagger all dragons carry, forged in our own fire. Rain mirrors my movement, his identical weapon catching the light. In perfect synchronicity, we slice our left palms, deep enough that dragon blood wells immediately to the surface. Mine runs hot as magma, steaming slightly in the cool air of the hall. Rain's flows cooler, small ice crystals forming along its edges. We extend our bleeding hands over the chalice, allowing our mingled blood to pool in its depths. The moment the two types of dragon blood meet, the runes carved into the vessel's surface ignite with blue-w

"What should I do?" "The Demonic Dragon's blood is exceptionally sinister. It can permeate the ground and stain the ground. The scorched soil of the Dragon Trapping Mountain, which is tens of thousands of miles long, is the best evidence. If you want to completely recover to your peak, you must also recover the blood in your body." the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book said.

He was in a fight with a dragon prince, all he needed was a distraction and today fate was on his side. The men were pressing Raisel and although she was holding her own, she was having a harder time doing so as the men pressed on. “Kill her off!”, Votigern barked with a sly smile. And at that moment Dragomir turned to Raisel then Votigern made his hit, he plugged the blade through Dragomir’s heart. The blade he had recovered from the blacksmith’s shop in Avalon, the blade he had recognized as the blade forged of a thousand dragon breaths, the only blade capable of piercing through a dragon’s thick impenetrable skin, the blade capable of causing great damage to a dragon in human form, the bl

"How do you know that?" Elion looked at her brother, understanding crossing her features. "It's not your fault. You were little when our village was destroyed. Even I didn't know much. Through my journey looking for you, I went back to our village and found some sacred books of our history and every other thing about us. Though when I first saw the blood being written in one of them, I was confused. I knew of a blood king, not a blood being." "The Blood being is the creator of the blood king and the kingdom."